Ni walks on tiptoe, trying not to make a sound. Her breath turns to faint puffs of mist. Camera moves parallel to her in a smooth tracking shot — stealth and urgency. She freezes at every ice creak. At the far end of the corridor a sliver of outside light is visible. She moves toward it. No music — only breath and silence. Off-screen voiceover (all characters have their mouths closed, no one i...
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